| Fake a smile, fake an orgasm
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| Fake a laugh, do it all for him
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| Be polite, spend the night
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| Call it self-defence
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| Got the time of his life at my own expense
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| But even if he were my man
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| He’d never truly understand
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| What it means to be a girl
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| Put ribbons in my curls
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| Then carry around a knife with my diamonds
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| It’s psycho, we’re living in a world
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| Where I get into clubs because I’m hot as fuck
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| But I don’t trust what’s in my cup
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| That’s what it means to be a girl
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| Take his name, give your sanity
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| Take the blame, put his mind at ease
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| Trade it all, for a false self-insecurity
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| Fall in love, fall in line with all his fantasies
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| But even if he were my man
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| He’d never truly understand
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| What it means to be a girl
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| Put ribbons in my curls
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| Then carry around a knife with my diamonds
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| It’s psycho, we’re living in a world
|
| Where I get into clubs because I’m hot as fuck
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| But I don’t trust what’s in my cup
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| That’s what it means to be a girl
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| Fake it till we make everyone happy but ourselves
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| Use us for our bodies till there’s nothing but a shell
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| It’s a mutual experience we’re not supposed to tell
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| And won’t act like you have felt
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| What it means to be a girl
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| Put ribbons in my curls
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| Then carry around a knife with my diamonds
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| It’s psycho, we’re living in a world
|
| Where I get into clubs because I’m hot as fuck
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| But I don’t trust what’s in my cup
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| That’s what it means to be a girl
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| That’s what it means to be a girl
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| Ah-aah
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| That’s what it means to be a girl
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| Ah-aah |